Vlada Mars
@VladaMars
pianist and composer, dreamer and words weaver; WORDS https://twitter.com/search?q=from:@VladaMars/exclude:replies MUSIC https://itun.es/ca/IYe0I;
After 14 months since the release of my latest album ‘Remains of the Day’ you can stream it now on Spotify spotify.link/S4LKKHhYIyb Youtube youtube.com/channel/UCX1s9… Apple music music.apple.com/ca/album/remai… This album is dedicated to my mom. It is about grief and finding light again.
When the world breaks me, when is hard to breathe, when I feel helpless, and anger consumes me, I go and lay under the stars, remembering holding my daughters as babies, remembering my mother’s laughter, and you, my love, how you held me till the last breath.
We took a car and drove for hours. Around the lake, through valleys, and small hills. Talking, laughing. No music. Just wind in my hair. Smell of fresh cut grass, and sunset that hugged us with love.
we keep on loving and everything else keeps on being fucked up
Sitting at the bookstore at Chicago airport, drinking tea. Traveling east to spend some time with friends of 40 years.
“You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.” ~ Anna Akhmatova
We need whimsy in adult friendships. We need slow walks at golden hour, just to talk about nothing and everything. We need bookstore dates and long conversations about fictional characters like they matter. We need shared playlists, late-night chai, and quiet understanding…
The world is dark and quiet just our hearts beating through space and time.
Last night, just like we did for many years now, we laid on the field and watched Perseids shower holding hands. We laughed and cried, talked about life and our daughters, grateful for every moment, for stars above us and love in our hearts.
I love the wind when it blows through the treetops, across the sea, through the mountains and fields of sunflowers and into my hair. If I could, I would be the wind.
To run through sunflower field, to lay under the starry night, to kiss you breathlessly.
How many times my heart broke for the tragedy of this world and how many times I picked myself up and continued loving.
If you drift too far then I'll become a lighthouse to always guide you home